The next morning, when Gu Xiaobei pulled open the curtains to discover a thick layer of snow that night had silently brought, he couldn't contain his excitement. Snowflakes were still swaying down from the sky.
Despite witnessing snowfall every year, it's always the first snow of the year that leaves people in awe, especially when you open the window to see that the world has turned white overnight.
He called over Xiaopang and Mo Wang, bursting with joy.
Xiaopang and Mo Wang climbed onto a stool, peering excitely at the snowscape out on the balcony.
"Mom, let's build a snowman," Xiaopang eagerly declared.
Turning to Xiaopang, Gu Xiaobei agreed, "Sure, we'll have breakfast soon. Then we can build a snowman downstairs with your dad before going to Uncle Zhang's house."
Upon sighting the figure slowly drawing closer downstairs, Mo Wang's excited expression faded, and his lips pressed together tightly.
